Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

"Hah... hah..."

Mom did not have the chance to respond to my praises of her and had been doing huffing and puffing instead due to the intense pleasure that both of us were experiencing.

This afternoon, I went to my secret villa and did my first passionate horizontal dance with Elise. Of course, I did not forget to give Elise her sweet reward—a liter of my blood. Though I had to lower my defenses for her to burrow her fangs into my skin.

When the night came, as usual, I sneaked into my parents' chamber and fucked both Mom and Mother without thinking anything about ethics. We had already done a few rounds before our current situation.

Right now, Mom was sitting on my pelvis, astride, with her hands pushing down my chest. Mom and I were in a cowgirl position, and she was moving her hips up and down as she was vigorously riding the dick of one of her two stallions.

By being in the dominant position, Mom had the advantage of delaying my climax as she was intensifying hers by changing the pressure and direction of her pounds.

"Hah... hah... Raphael..."

"Show me your boobies, Mom."

Since her hands were on my chest, her arms were preventing her massive milkers from bouncing too much, and her arms were obstructing my vision of her as well.

And as soon as Mom leaned back and placed her arms on my thighs, I immediately grabbed her bouncing massive, succulent, soft boobs and did some nipple play with them.

"Ahn~!"

"That's right, Mom! Moan as much as you can!"

Once I started playing her pink teats, Mom's moans became louder, lewder, and more erotic, which brought music to my ears. I felt like a hound who loved to hear the squeaking and desperate cries of its dying prey.

Along with the volume of her moans, her pounds had accelerated as well. Not only did Mom hasten her pace, but she increased the pressure of each of her grinds as well.

Judging from her pace and the direction of her grinds, Mom was intending to stimulate my dick. She must have noticed that I wanted to feel better and adjusted herself to create an equilibrium that benefited both of us.

Mom had been getting better and better at riding my dick lately. I taught her how to do the cowgirl since she had never done it before, obviously since Mother never had a dick or used a strap-on, though I don't know if it exists in this world.

By the way, Mother was kneeling besides us and lustfully watched her wife ride my dick while inserting her two fingers in and out of her vagina, following the tempo of Mom's poundings.

"Seems like you are enjoying yourself, Mother." I glanced at and asked Mother as I played with Mom's bouncing lumps of fat.

"Aah... I hate to admit it, but... seeing my son fucking my wife makes me feel like I am being fucked as well... haah..."

"Did you develop some kind of kink?"

Well, we had been fucking for quite a while, and Mother had been seeing me banging Mom ever since we started making love in bed. Perhaps exposure to those moments had gradually made Mother a cuckquean.

"He he, Mom." Still groping her prominent milkers, I grinned at Mom. "You are feeling ecstatic, aren't we?"

"Ahn~ Of course... Aah~ ahn~ I am... riding my son after all~ Ahn~"

"What an indecent and immoral pair of mothers to have!"

I glanced below and saw how my very own birth mother erotically danced her hips up and down to grind my dick against the birth canal where I came from, repeatedly rubbing the length of my dick with her slippery vagina from the hips up to the helm.

My dick was visibly glistening due to her love juices, and the room was slightly illuminated, so I could somehow see how my dick was being swallowed by her pussy even without relying on enhanced vision.

It was a heavenly scene to look upon and was making my eyes stuffed. Mom was drenched in sweat; her sweet scent had been entering my nostrils. My fingers were being buried in her massive, soft, and juicy breast.

Not only did my dick feel extreme pleasure from the sensation of her pussy, but my other senses were satisfied as well. That's what made Mom the best woman in my life.

"You are really good at your stuff, Mom."

"Thank you, my son~."

Mom had been meticulously controlling the tide of our ride and maintaining the culmination of sexual pleasures in our bodies. Her calculations were accurate and precise; Mom knew where and when to pound her hips.

Unlike Czarina, Mom knew how to control the power of each of her trusts without any declination of the pleasure. Not even a creak was made when it was Mom's turn to mount me and Mother.

Even though she had been having sex with me, a man, for only more than a month, Mom's skills had reached the level of those of professional adult video actresses. I was afraid that Mom really had an innate talent for it.

"Dear... Mommy is about to come..."

"Same as here, Mom."

"Ahn~ ahn~ ahn~ ahn~!"

Mom broke the plateau and rammed my dick faster and harder. The pleasure that the two of us had been feeling escalated real quick after the minutes of stalemate changed the tide.

"Mom..."

"Ahhnn~!"

Upon the sudden escalation of sensation, I grasped her breasts even harder. Mom had been moaning with a good amount of saliva every time she opened her mouth.

Mom had been doing all the work since we were in this position, as I was lying around. I did not want to give Mom a hard time and wanted to cum quickly, so I started moving my hips and painstakingly synchronizing my movements with her tempo.

"Mom...! I cannot take it anymore...! I'm cumming...!!"

"Raphaeeelll~!"

Clap!

Upon reaching my climax, I arched my body and powerfully clapped my pelvis against her hips. Both Mom and I orgasmed at the same time, sending our liquified lust toward each other.

"Ugh...!"

"Ahh—! Aa—! Aaa—! Ahhh..."

Mom quivered and twitched as I was shooting a series of my hot semen deep into her uterus. Her nectar flowed out of her pussy and wetted my pelvis like pee. Mom must have endured her climax too much.

Her grips on my thighs were slightly painful, but I did not mind them and let Mom relieve her excitement. I, too, tightened my grasp on her breasts, but only to the extent of not hurting her too much.

"Haah..."

After the last drop of my semen had been successfully sent inside of Mom, I relaxed my back and regretfully let go of my hands away from her milkers.

"Dear..."

Afterwards, Mom collapsed herself on top of my body without unplugging my dick from her pussy.

"I love you, Mom..."

Due to the absolute sensation of her soft badonkers on my chest, I wrapped my arms around her sweaty, bare back and snuggled her tightly. Once she recovered some of her strength, Mom slightly lifted her head and faced mine.

"I love you too, Raphael..."

She caressed my right cheek before she dropped a romantic and deep kiss on my lips. A forbidden kiss right after a forbidden act.

"I love you too, Mother." After the kiss, I glanced at the naked woman on our right.

"Raphael..."

As I did, the bedsheet below her crotch was seemingly wet. And Mother has been licking her fingers, soaked by her discharge.

(I see. Mother cummed together with us.)

Mother then dragged her body forward and lied sideways beside us.

"I love you, Raphael." She crossed her lips with mine first before proceeding to kiss her legitimate wife. "I love you, Claire."

To which Mom replied, "I love you too, Mylene."

After our exchanges of "I love yous" and kisses, I turned back to Mom and kissed her once again.

I had taken notice that I had been embracing Mom more than Mother. Is it because I am biased towards her?

"Hey, Mom."  I asked, briefly breaking the kiss. "Can I ask something?"

"You are asking now, my son~ Mmph~!"

"Are you and Mother free tomorrow afternoon? Mmph..."

"Mmph. Let see..." Mom thought for a while. "There will be no appointments or any activities related to the management of our territory, nor any personal activities. Both your Mother and I will be free for the whole day tomorrow. Why did you ask, dear?"

(Wow, as expected of Mother's partner in life.)

Mom had been managing Mother's time, so she knew what Mother would do at any time of the day. Also, Mom was the one who kept records and organized her schedules.

Surprisingly, Mom secretly told me that those were her measures to keep an eye on Mother and keep her distance from other women. I also discovered that Mom had a possessive side to her.

"Mom, Mother, actually—."